Omitted

The rain is falling in the sound

No faulty thoughts to surround

A canopy of leaves so green

Glistering mutely from dew and sheen

Sailing up now, then plummeting down

Like circles of vultures falling to drown

All deep things are one, for deeps things are hidden

Sunk far from all sight, names cursed and forbidden

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